air conditioner sandwich

juniper in the “yard” before the dew dissipates
to scythe the magnificently overgrown “lawn”
followed by the resulting cart full of green mulch
that i apply to the sideyard beds
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like lead
how this body felt when i took it out
for a four mile run
but i did it
and i’ll be back to do it again
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seen out the office room window:
a hummingbird zipping into the just-opened columbine flower
ki’s ruby throat ablaze in the sun
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temperatures in the upper 70’s,
the centrail air conditioner sandwich commences
(twenty feet between our trailer and our neighbor’s trailers on both sides
and neither of them believe in windows open after we hit 70, 75 degrees
the peace was fun while it lasted
and it is a damn shame
to not be able to hear the silence of the stars,
the wind in the tree leaves,
the driplets and droplets of a light rain on everything
because it’s all one long loud reverberating nerve-gnawing extended replay of industrial machine home)